We live
We die
We feel pain
It is just part of life
We get to know someone
And then they leave
You are filled with pain and sorrow
You go in to your solitary shell
Then you are different
You have to become self sufficient
You don’t get close to anyone
For fear of your heart being ripped apart again
For fear of loving and then having to let go
Fear of leaving your solitary shell
And everything falling to pieces
In the real world
The world filled with pain
Not your world, your solitary shell
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Angel of Death
Poetry! Comments are welcomed!
Other voices
Images in my head
Angel of Death
Inside my head
- SCHIZOPHRENIC MIND
- "The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see --i t is, rather, a light by which we may see -- and what we see is life." By Robert Penn Warren
Quotes in my mind
"The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see --i t is, rather, a light by which we may see -- and what we see is life."
By Robert Penn Warren
2 comments:
i liked this poem it tells us that we dont have to be afraid to try new things or do new stuff!!!keep writing more!!!
I think this poem is about getting out there and expressing your selves and trying things even though you might get hurt but never keeping everything to your self until start hating and slipping away from the world.
Thanks for the comment!!
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